1. Urgently looking for an 800-word adapted composition of "Plucking Hibiscus in the River"
Plucking Hibiscus in the River (Anonymous) Plucking Hibiscus in the River, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids.
Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away. I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast.
We live apart with the same heart, and we end up worrying! Its purpose is to express the homesickness of those who wander far away. In the poem, "still looking at my old hometown, the journey is long and vast", doesn't it describe the wanderer's longing for the "old hometown" and the difficulty of returning, which is extremely sad? So, the person who "wades into the river to pick hibiscus" at the beginning of the chapter must be a wanderer away from home.
However, the wanderer's request for an official position in the capital was in the Luoyang area, so how could he go to the "river" in the south to pick hibiscus? Moreover, according to the homophonic pun commonly used in Jiangnan folk songs, the word "furong" (lotus) is often used to refer to the "husband's appearance". It is clearly a woman's tone of longing for her husband, so how can we just refer to her as a "wanderer"? Even the identity of the protagonist is in between, which shows that this poem is not simple. We might as well start with the female tone to appreciate its beauty.
The turn of summer and autumn is the beautiful season when lotus flowers are in full bloom. In the beautiful wind and sunshine, sailing in a small boat on the lake where "lotus leaves are in the fields" and "lotus flowers are over the head", and start the annual lotus picking activity, is a joy for farm girls in the south of the Yangtze River! When picking lotus flowers, picking a few lovely red lotus flowers and sending them back to your sweethearts is a reflection of the sincere affection of wives and girls.
What's more, there are countless orchids and sedges along the lakeshore. They are picked out from the sleeves and inserted into the hairline, and the fragrance is astonishing. More intoxicating? --This is the picturesque scene displayed by the two sentences "Wading the river to pick hibiscus, and the orchids are full of fragrant grass." If you listen carefully, you can probably hear bursts of joking and laughter coming from the lake and "Lanze"! But this beautiful and joyful scene was instantly changed by the sighs that filled the lines of poetry.
The camera quickly panned in, and you realized that the sigh came from a woman with her head erect. Different from the laughter and banter of many girls, she stared at the hibiscus in her hand and remained speechless.
At this moment, "Fu Rong" had a friendly and smiling face in her eyes - he was the husband that this woman missed so hard. "Who do you want to leave behind? My thoughts are far away!" The long sigh pointed out the source of all the woman's worries: when the girls competed to pick the lotus flowers, claiming to give the best one to "the heart" When she went to bed, the husband the heroine missed was far away! She picked the beautiful "hibiscus" in vain. Who can she give it to now? People always think that if you want to express the loneliness and desolation of a character, it is best to place him or her alone in Qingqiu, because that can best highlight the character's desolate state of mind.
But have you ever thought that sometimes placing characters on a beautiful and joyful lotus-picking background to express the sadness of the heroine missing her husband alone has a strong effect of using "joy" to contrast "sorrow". The space of the next two sentences suddenly changes, and what appears on the screen seems to be no longer the heroine holding flowers and meditating, but the husband who is "far away": "I still look forward to returning home, the long road is long." < /p>
As if in a state of spiritual enlightenment, just as the heroine was thinking about her husband alone, her distant husband was looking back at his wife's hometown with infinite sorrow. Did he see the mountains and rivers of his hometown and his wife picking lotuses in the lake on the other side of the river? Apparently not.
What was displayed in front of his eyes at this moment was nothing more than the "long road" that stretched to the end of AD, and the vast smoke clouds that blocked the mountains and rivers! Many readers think that these two sentences describe the reality of looking forward to the "old hometown", thus creating the illusion that the protagonist of the poem is a wanderer who has left his hometown. In fact, the "perspective" of these two sentences is still in Jiangnan, and the expression is still the same. It is the painful thoughts of the woman picking lotus.
However, in the writing method, it is "guessing the meaning from the opposite song, and the words must be looking back home and sighing about the long distance" (Zhang Yugu's "Appreciation of Ancient Poems"). The "suspense" method creates a wonderful virtual state of "poetry flying from the opposite side". This expression method of "guessing the meaning from the opposite side" is similar to the "Juan Er" and "Zhi'an" in the Book of Songs. "The protagonist in the poem appears in suspense, in which his husband rides up a mountain to visit his hometown, and his parents call for their son in the clouds. This is exactly the same thing but has the same purpose - therefore, the realm in the poem should not be the transformation of space and the disappearance of the heroine, but the disappearance of the heroine. It is the separation and simultaneous appearance of the picture: on one side is the painful wife, holding a hibiscus in her hand and looking up to the sky. The dense lotus leaves and red lotus flowers behind her, against her fluttering dress, make her lonely and desolate; on the other side In the misty sky, the figure of her husband is vaguely swaying back, and his face is so sad! Between them, there are cascading mountains and mighty rivers. < /p>
Both sides looked at each other blankly, and of course no one could see the other. It was in this silence that a sad voice sounded from the sky and the earth: "We are separated with the same heart, and we will die in sorrow"! This sigh undoubtedly comes from the heart of the heroine, but because it is uttered in the realm of suspense "on the opposite side", what you feel is not a voice: it seems to come from thousands of miles apart from the north and the south, and is the voice of a couple living apart from each other. The chorus of painful sighs! This is the meaning conveyed by the conclusion of the poem.
When you read this conclusion, do you feel: Although the feeling of missing nothingness expressed in this poem is so "simple", because it adopts such a graceful way of expression, it is like the twists and turns of a mountain spring. The rushing water finally merged into the Feiling Mountain Rocksmith Rapids Waterfall, making a soul-stirring sound? As mentioned above, the protagonist of this poem should be a woman. What the whole poem expresses is the deep sadness of a wife in her hometown who misses her husband. But it would be wrong to identify the author of this poem as this woman.
Mr. Ma Maoyuan said it well: "Literati poems are different from folk songs, and the poems about missing a wife are also based on the virtual reality of travel." Therefore, "Plucking Hibiscus across the River" is still a work of homesickness for a wanderer, but in When expressing the depression and sadness of the wanderer, the "virtual" method of "thinking about women" is used: "In the guest's sorrow of poverty and downfall, through one's own feelings, one imagines the separation of the family, so the depression of one nature is transformed from It is expressed from two different angles" (Ma Maoyuan's "On Nineteen Ancient Poems").
From this point of view, in order to express the wanderer's homesickness in "Plucking Hibiscus across the River", it not only fictionalizes the words "missing a wife" throughout the text, but also borrows the tone of "missing a wife" in the fiction, "suspended." It reminds me of the scene of "a traveler who still looks back on his hometown". This kind of poetic expression is not just a "melody", it is simply a fantasy. 2. How to write an expansion of "Plucking Hibiscus across the River"
The turn of summer and autumn is the beautiful season when lotus flowers are in full bloom.
In the beautiful wind and sunshine, take a small boat and walk through the lake where "lotus leaves are everywhere" and "lotus flowers are more than human heads", and the annual lotus picking activity begins, but Jiangnan farmers A woman's pleasure. When picking lotus flowers, pick a few red and lovely lotus flowers and give them to your sweethearts. On the banks of the lake, there are countless orchids and grasses, which are picked together and placed in the sleeves and hairlines. , the fragrance is astonishing, and even more intoxicating. A sigh comes from far away. This sigh comes from a woman standing on the bow of the boat.
Unlike many girls who laughed and joked, she stared at the hibiscus in her hand and remained speechless. At this moment, "Fu Rong" had a friendly and smiling face in her eyes - he was the husband that this woman missed so hard, and the husband she missed was far away in the world! She picked the beautiful "hibiscus" in vain, and now it is difficult to leave it to people far away.
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"Plucking Hibiscus by the River"
"Six of the Nineteen Ancient Poems"
< p> wading across the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids. Who do you want to leave behind? What you are thinking about is far away.I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast. We are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow.
"Going across the river to pick hibiscus" is a poem about a woman missing her husband. The beginning of the poem depicts a scene of picking hibiscus on the river. The hibiscus flowers are fresh and fresh, surrounded by orchids and vanilla, and the fragrance is filled. While admiring the refreshing nature, people pick the most beautiful hibiscus. What do they do with hibiscus? "Whoever you want to leave behind when picking flowers is thinking about things far away." It turns out that the purpose of picking flowers is to give them to the people you love and miss deeply. Picking flowers is not necessarily meant to be given away, but for a person who has a special heart, if she sees something beautiful or something joyful, her first thought must be to share it with the most important person. This woman is like this. When she looks at the beautiful hibiscus flowers, she really wants to give them to that person, or she hopes that the person in her heart will pick these beautiful flowers and give them to herself. But all of this is impossible to achieve, because "the thoughts are far away", the person is in a distant place, there is no news, and I don't know where I am. In an instant, all the sentimental thoughts hit my heart. The woman who is as fresh and pure as a hibiscus is thinking about her lover, and she must be looking back at this place somewhere, missing herself as much as she misses him, "still looking at my old hometown, the long road is long." In a woman's heart, two people separated by time and space seem to merge together, with the same lovesickness, the same sadness, and the same admiration. This is also the ideal fit in a woman's heart - concentricity. But the more this happens, the more painful it is in my heart, and I can't think about it. The more loyal the love is thousands of miles apart, the more sad it is. What's more, this woman has made up her mind to wait like this for the rest of her life, and would rather spend her life in sorrow. "We share the same heart and are separated, and we end up in sorrow." This tragic emotion is deep and sincere, arousing a great sense of identity and making people feel its beauty. 4. "Plucking Hibiscus across the River" was rewritten into an 800-word prose
Forgetting the seasons, the world is filled with moist and warm fog.
The mist rises layer by layer, floating into an indescribable metaphor, vaguely like the water of Huxiang, the waterside, the fields of lotus leaves... Your milky white skirt is floating in the fog, by the water, in the Between the fields and lotus leaves... So we looked at each other from a distance. I can't see you clearly, but what makes me feel that you really exist is the fragrance of orchid - you are holding a hibiscus in your hand.
"When you go across the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids. Who do you want to leave behind when you pick them? Your thoughts are far away."
You sighed. Why? Just for that distant concern that can't be let go like fog? Maybe you have gone up to the Wangjiang Tower alone countless times to watch the thousands of sails pass by. Maybe you have leaned against the railing countless times and asked Luanhong Hong speechlessly. Maybe you have also sat idle at the west window countless times, waiting for the lights to dim... You It's full of resentment, people who have read you say.
"As your clothes get wider, you will never regret it, and you will feel haggard because of it." It's a pity that not many people understand Qiushui Yiren. People always externalize your concern into a kind of concrete happiness, just because You are a woman. In addition, seeing it after so many years, you are naturally blurred and simplified.
But what about your hope and pursuit? "Sighing the singing girl from the south of the Yangtze River, looking for Wu hook in the sky. Win the flying swallow in front of the building.
You should laugh at me, weird and unworthy." You are smiling bitterly, maybe all your misfortunes should be attributed to your talent and poetry , in the fragrance of ink and books, you are painstakingly searching for your past life, on the vast waterside of Jianjia, in the dusk when the fragrance floats, in the snowy night when everything is silent, so you yourself become a faded poem. .
Yes, it is faded. In the years of wealth and beauty, you still interpret your life in black and white, so you become dim. But where is Wu Gou'an? Where is Wu Gou'an? ——"The moon is like a hook, a lonely phoenix tree, locking the autumn in the deep courtyard."
You will guard yourself to become the flying sky of Dunhuang, the stone wall of Wu Gorge, until you turn into the shape of a Wu hook——"Instead of Exhibiting on a cliff for a thousand years is not as good as crying on the shoulder of your lover one night." Several years later, did the woman's sigh in front of the Goddess Peak ever pull the tiniest chord deep in your heart? You shed tears like rain: "I can't help but imagine that a hundred and ten thousand years from now, there will be a pair of omnipresent eyes looking at the people of today. Looking from that bustling world, today's noisy, anxious and anxious people are like insects. As vague as mustard, this kind of imagination made me ask myself repeatedly, 'What is the final meaning? '" Yes, what is the final meaning? I stare at you, maybe a few years later there will be a pair of omnipresent eyes looking at me from afar just like I stare at you today, so I also become a shadow, who am I? Who are you? I don’t know if this loss is a tragedy.
You long for transcendence, you long for agility and elegance, you long for eternal beauty, just like I have seen you today after a long time. You are beautiful, but in reality you are , in the era in which you live, do you really feel it? Silent, all joy and pain. Orchid dew is like crying eyes.
Fog, moist and warm. The milky white smoke and your milky white skirt are floating, it is an indescribable beauty.
There is a faint fragrance filling your sleeves. Is it the hibiscus in your hand? I followed the scent and everything became real.
5. Change the poem about picking hibiscus in Shejiang River into a short prose of about 500 words. The more the better
Forgetting the season, the world is filled with moist and warm fog. The mist rises layer by layer, floating into a helpless state. The metaphor of the words is vaguely the water of Huxiang, the waterside, the fields of lotus leaves... Your milky white skirt is floating in the mist, by the water, among the fields of lotus leaves... So we looked at each other from a distance. I can't see you clearly, but what makes me feel that you really exist is the fragrance of orchid - you are holding a hibiscus in your hand. "Wading the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant orchids. Who do you want to leave behind when picking them? What you are thinking about is far away." You sighed. Why? Just for that distant concern that can't be let go like fog? Maybe you have gone up to the Wangjiang Tower alone countless times to watch the thousands of sails pass by. Maybe you have leaned against the railing countless times and asked Luanhong Hong speechlessly. Maybe you have also sat idle at the west window countless times, waiting for the lights to dim... You It is full of resentment. People who have read you say, "I will never regret it as my clothes get wider, and I will feel haggard for you." Unfortunately, not many people understand Qiushui Yiren. People always externalize your concern into a concrete form. Happiness, just because you are a woman. In addition, looking at it after so many years, you are naturally blurred and simplified. But what about your hopes and pursuits? "Sighing the singing girl from the south of the Yangtze River, looking for Wu Gou in the sky. Win the flying swallows in front of the building. You should laugh at me, weird and incompetent." You are smiling bitterly. Maybe all your misfortunes should be attributed to your talent and poetry. In the fragrance of ink and books, you are bitterly smiling. You are searching hard for your past life, on the vast waterside, in the dusk when the fragrance floats, in the snowy night when everything is silent, so you yourself become a faded poem. Yes, faded, In the years when you were rich and glamorous, you still interpreted your life in black and white, so you became dim. But where is Wu Gou? Where is Wu Gou'an? ——"The moon is like a hook, the lonely phoenix tree, the deep courtyard locks the autumn." You will guard yourself like the flying sky of Dunhuang, the stone wall of Wu Gorge, until you turn into the shape of a Wu hook——"Instead of displaying it on the cliff for thousands of years, it is better to "Cry all night on your lover's shoulder." Several years later, did the woman's sigh in front of the Goddess Peak ever pull the tiniest chord deep in your heart? You shed tears like rain: "I can't help but imagine that a hundred and ten thousand years from now, there will be a pair of omnipresent eyes looking at the people of today. Looking from that bustling world, today's noisy, anxious and anxious people are like insects. As vague as mustard, this kind of imagination made me ask myself repeatedly, 'What is the final meaning? '" Yes, what is the final meaning? I stare at you, maybe a few years later there will be a pair of omnipresent eyes looking at me from afar just like I stare at you today, so I also become a shadow, who am I? Who are you? I don’t know if this kind of loss is a tragedy. You long for transcendence, you long for agility and elegance, you long for eternal beauty, just like I have seen you today after a long time. You are beautiful, but in reality Do you, in the era in which you live, really feel it? Silence, all the joy and pain. Orchid dew, just like crying. Fog, moist and warm. The milky white smoke and your milky white skirt are floating, it is an indescribable beauty. There is a dark fragrance. Xiu, is that the hibiscus in your hand? I followed the scent and everything became real. 6. Change the 500-word scenery prose about picking hibiscus by the river. The original version is urgently needed
"Nineteen Ancient Poems: Collecting Hibiscus by the River": Collecting hibiscus by the river, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids. The desire to pick them Who is left behind? My thoughts are on the long journey. I still look back at my old hometown. The long road is long. I live apart with the same heart, and I end up sad. The turn of summer and autumn is the beautiful season when lotus blooms. In the gentle wind and beautiful sun, I can take a small boat and travel through it. On the lake where "lotus leaves are everywhere" and "lotus flowers are bigger than people's heads", when picking lotuses, pick a few red and lovely lotus flowers and return them to your sweethearts. What an elegant thing it is. What's more, On the banks of the lake, there are countless orchids and grasses. They are picked together and placed in the sleeves, inserted in the hairline, and the fragrance is astonishing, making people enchanted. However, who should I give the lotus flowers to? I want to give it to my sweetheart far away. But where is my sweetheart? Looking back at the hometown where we lived, the road was long and the fields were vast. We loved each other but were separated, and we were so sad that we ended up in a foreign land. At this moment, the person I am must be returning home with infinite sorrow. Looking at me, looking back at my hometown. However, what is sad is that of course I cannot see the mountains and rivers of my hometown, and I am picking lotus in the lake on the other side of the river. What is displayed in our eyes at this moment is nothing more than The long road and the vast clouds and mist separated by mountains and rivers. 7. A short essay about picking hibiscus in Shejiang River
When picking hibiscus in Shejiang River, there are many fragrant grasses in Lanze.
Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away. I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast.
Those who are of the same mind will leave the situation, and will end up in sorrow. Posting two haha, the first one may be longer, so please don’t mind.
1. I am just a slave, haha, a slave. In the Western Zhou Dynasty, slaves were as cheap as wild dogs, doing heavy work like cattle and horses, and suffering the humiliation of pigs.
But life is far inferior to pigs, dogs, cows and horses. Life? Ridiculous, what kind of life can a slave have? I have been a slave since I was a child. When I was a child, I was a little slave. When I grew up, I became a big slave.
"This is your life!" the masters said. My parents must also be slaves. The son of a slave is a slave. This is more legitimate than killing people to pay their debts.
This master of mine is the third master I have had since I can remember. He is not a good person, but he does not dare to do anything bad. Of course, neither good nor bad things are meant for us slaves. My master was very rich, and when his mother died, three hundred slaves were buried with her, buried alive in a grave with pigs and sheep.
Some of them I know, but most of them I don’t know. Because I spend most of the day in the master's study and one of the thousands of bedrooms.
I am a little slave, and I appear to be well-behaved. I only do things that my master wants me to do, and I don’t do things that my master doesn’t want me to do. Because I know that no matter what, the master is my God.
This is the survival rule of a little slave. Under the rule of the dark slave master, it applies to every slave. 2. In the winter when I was fourteen, my master took me hunting, along with several other masters.
The mountain is covered with heavy snow, the wind is biting, the snow is several feet deep, and it is completely white. The slave who was working as a bait died on the road. In order not to disappoint the other masters, the master smiled and called me to the front of the horse while hunting, slapped me twice, tied me up, and placed me on the snow in the cold wind. , lure the wolf.
For a little slave who is only fourteen years old, the wolf represents death, with dozens of pairs of green wolf eyes and a few wolf howls during the full moon. The master said this is my blessing.
I shivered in the early snow, so cold that I almost lost consciousness. From that moment on, I vowed to resist, resist, resist! I can't expose myself.
My masters have no affection for me. These masters have no mercy for their slaves. These people do not treat other people as human beings. Tools are the best explanation for slaves.
I will make the master regret what he has done and make him pay the price. My tears poured out along with my anger, and soon turned into a pile of ice in the ice and snow, shaking with the twitching of my body.
The masters gained nothing. The wild wolves, who were equally ferocious as the masters, let me go. I knew I owed them. Somehow, they allowed me to complete my struggle. I was carried back by my companions and placed near the campfire.
Because of a few compliments from another fellow master, my master showed his false mercy and I was sent to the slave school. I learned writing, close combat, and using various weapons, and I took this as my only chance to change my destiny, and I did a great job.
When I graduated with honors, I returned to my master and protected him personally. It's so ironic, I want to kill him every moment, but I know I must not expose myself.
3. I protect my master very well and have always been very good. I should have stayed like this, then looked for an opportunity to kill him, and then escape.
However, when I met her, I realized that my destiny had been changed again. She, Baosi, what a beautiful name, the queen of the country and the city, the princess of King You.
King You, the king of Zhou, is our king. That day, I accompanied my host to watch the performance parade prepared for Bao Si.
Tens of millions of people marched out from the palace. My master followed the carriage with a charming smile.
After leaving the palace, I followed closely beside my master. I squinted my eyes and looked around, as if smelling danger.
At this time, she, Baosi, turned her head, and my eyes met hers in the air. At that moment, it seemed that I had condensed, and I saw a pair of eyes full of pain. Their eyes were clear but filled with pain, which made me feel sad. I feel deeply heartbroken. How similar her pain is to my pain, and how similar the eyes of people who have lost their freedom are. This kind of eyes can only be understood by people who have had the same experience.
Then, she smiled, so heartily. But then, a noble and stern expression appeared on her face, the pendant of her crown swayed, and she turned her head away, no longer looking at me.
That night, I slit my master's throat with a dagger. Blood poured out of his mouth. His lips were buzzing and he wanted to scream, but more blood poured out. He grabbed my wrist and stared at me desperately, I stared at him with a smile, his pain was deep and then he breathed his last.
I wiped the dagger on his gorgeous silk clothes and stabbed it into his stomach again. Then let him sink to the bottom of the lake with the dagger in his belly.
This is his final destination. That night, I sneaked into the palace and took Bao Si away.
Four "Where are you taking me?" She asked on horseback, holding my waist with her hands, her long hair flowing, and a smile even though she was not smiling. I remained silent, and she asked again: "Will you take me to a happy place?" I remained silent.
"Why don't you talk to me after you rescue me from the palace?" She was slightly angry, but her words were really cute in every possible way. "What do you want?" I said, "Hold my hand and grow old together with you." Her warm voice passed through the thick curtain of time and echoed in my long-suffering heart.
Flying all night long, and night after night, she kept smiling, a shallow smile, very beautiful. We only traveled at night. It was too conspicuous during the day, and the alarming news in the palace quickly caught up with us.
At the same time, the army, the armies of the princes and even the King of Zhou's guard army were gathering to prepare for a large-scale search to kill me and "save" her. In the eyes of ordinary people and slaves, I was a fugitive, a fugitive with special skills who killed his master and then broke into the palace to abduct the princess.
My story is recited by group after group of people, and in the end it will definitely become a miraculous legend, and will eventually be extinguished in countless sneers and ridicules. However, I know that no matter what, I am a slave, or perhaps I was once a hard worker. This is an unchangeable fact. This cruel and unchangeable fact has long been deeply engraved into my skin and my heart. It oppresses me. Hold me so that I will never be able to stand up again.
In the search of many pursuers, I was.